Chapter Isabelle Campbell
ISABELLE CAMPBELL
The ceiling in my room is beautiful...
I’ve had plenty of time to admire it—about thirty minutes now—just lying here, staring up, trying to figure out what the hell I did after getting out of Colin’s car.
I’m such an idiot. What kind of woman does something like that? I don’t even know if anyone was out on the street who might’ve seen me half-naked…
“Isabelle, you’re such a mess!” I yelled into my pillow, pressing it against my mouth to muffle the sound.
And then there’s him...
Everything spiraled out of control. I talked too much—as usual. I didn’t expect that kiss, but I can’t lie… part of me is glad it happened. Or maybe I’m not? I don’t even know anymore.
All I can think about is tomorrow—how I’m supposed to show up for work and look Colin in the eye, knowing damn well he’s just as guilty as I am.